He is back for more. Can you blame him? I remind him of how lucky he is to be at my feet. I encourage him to lick my soles and suck between my toes. I want him to feel owned. Know his place is beneath my feet. He knows he belongs at my feet, licking and worshipping until I tell him to stop. I need a foot boy at the end of my couch at all time. He must be trained and broken.